Friends say I have a tendency to imitate Annie, I do not recognize, like her, really do not want to explain something, but always convince myself doing something right. April of this passionate, relentless of my life unexamined. Reproduced many of that
April, has gone to the end, turn back, but found that there are many things I miss again. Feel sick, it seems ill. May be closed, external OR self? Very difficult to understand. I do not know when to begin, like silence, a person, a ray of sunshine, a cup of tea, quiet music, alone in a daze, memories, looking forward to follow. Like music, like a nameless, the impact into the eardrum into the lyrics, the feeling is very thorough. Some sing the immortal melodies of total ordinary voice of a generation.
do not know who wrote such a passage: the life boat too much commitment Zaibu Dong, in order to reach the shore, stranded or sunk not in the way, you have to light load, just take what they need, do not let the heavy burden locked the heart. Lock heart, inexplicable concepts. The dead of night, choking the air blowing, hate this ambivalence. To be honest, I hate that myself. Is degenerate or decadent? When the sun has become a luxury, cheap ideas for their own feeling of chills. Reluctant to talk about everyone has a secret, my friends said I was too melancholy, and perhaps this tone is less than calm, ordinary. Collision with the status of the mainstream, people are shouting the opposite of the heart, mouth upward 45 degrees, cover the inner sorrow and grief. Complex than those imagined lives, we do not think smart. Cried, and told passers-by: I'm the kind-hearted, afraid to face the perplexities. If someone gives you an understanding look,
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live up to the others, to live up to their own. Not like the people do not like to participate in group activities, always find some high-sounding excuses himself, refused to others. Hate that myself. Love a child's eyes, black light, it is clear purity. There are some things, some people looked very upset, but still would like to look at, afraid of missing anything, or will want to remedy anything. Love the flowers, that bloom one after another, bright, very charming. Pots, green, vibrant, reassuring, kind of sense of impulse. Perhaps a daze watching them will be very happy. Eager to communicate, only for that scene, watching each other's eyes when speaking, listening, even if God is also very happy to go.
passionate April, the wind, rain, snow, there are shortcomings. Truth, illusion, April is young ...